I closed my eyes like Marvin Gaye But now I've had enough It's in the drugs It's in the drugs It's in the drugs, ahh It's in the drugs You had your
's no angel to keep us alive, to keep Us alive... There's no demons to fire it up All the beauty must die... There's no reasons or lies No drugs strong
't care and you thank no one Feeling low you will always need it Well, you know when you're being cheated Yes, you know when you've been defeated Feeling low
And barely able to keep the payments up on their lessons, And enrolled in a class and don?t know who the professor is, How low people go for the dough
another city For a concert full of fans who be fucking with me Counting hundreds fifties, groupie hoes That all love to show me how they drop they booties low
they liked a way trying to get some good strikes like a referee, while these many men was ? on me fell in love with drugs you call my girlfriend ecstasy low
some haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger to drama The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low
[Hook] Hey there little mama Why don't you come and take a ride with me Around the tooooo-own On the low, we could be going dooo-own baby Hey there little
cash nigga Beat that ass, in a flash nigga Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga Gangstafied, from Goderhead All day long, I chase my bread But on the low
Ro] Watch your enemies dog, keep them close like your block Most of the ones closest to you cause they want what you got Long as you spending money on them and your buying the drugs
the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs
) [Z-Ro] Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O But poverty refuse to let me drive I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush
my benz baby to know me is to love a thug (Chorus) Forgive me baby I'm a thug I make all my money from selling all these drugs I'm in it to win it and
us niggas out Houston won't ever fade What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping I gotta be scopeing better keep wishing, G's on these streets be low
[Z-Ro] Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but it
keep dropping salt in the game Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain Handle my business on the low-low, hit a lick
